A Small Christmas "Tail"-2

It was suggested that I modify the title slightly, lest someone determine Santa needs to bring me a dictionary!
Thanks for your comments...here comes Part 2.


A Small Christmas "Tail"

Sasha the cat had lived with the Man and the Lady for years. Due to her senior status, she considered herself the Queen of the house, and ruler over all less important beings. A mistress of slyness, the big calico liked to pester Casey by pouncing on his back while he napped. She also loved to swat him unmercifully until he finally chased her. Casey always tried to resist the chase, because whenever he gave in to temptation and ran after her, she'd swiftly jump on the countertop out of his reach and laugh. Though exceptionally annoying, Casey knew Sasha was also very smart.

He pattered over to where she slept on top of a thickly pillowed rocking chair, and growled a little to clear his throat. 

"Sasha, I have a question for you. Can you tell me what Christmas means?"

Sasha's tail twitched back and forth and she lazily opened one eye.

"Tsk, tsk. Pups don't know anything. Christmas is specifically created for cats. We get all sorts of special treats and catnip surprises. But best of all is the entertainment. That tree in the living room the Man and the Lady just put up belongs to me. I get to climb it, play with the hanging toys, and tunnel under the tree skirt. Oh, every year it's a complete delight.  And that, young man, is what Christmas is all about. It's about having fun."

Sasha closed the one eye she'd opened and promptly went back to sleep. Casey thought about what she said. His people certainly did seem to enjoy putting up the tree. Maybe Sasha was right. Maybe Christmas meant having fun. He glanced at the deceptively peaceful looking cat and then remembered how his face stung yesterday when she batted him with her front claws.

Perhaps it would be wise to get another opinion.